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[ As angry as Tear was over being removed from her time and planet, she wasn't about to refuse a mission to help people. Even if it was a mission to slay tiny and extremely dangerous dragons that happen to be kind of cute, but also threatening an entire town of probably innocent civilians.
Not to mention the obliging, and willingly working as instructed might hasten her eventual return to Auldrant.
So there she is, about to navigate some dark and winding caves with a stranger. A stranger who doesn't seem entirely serious about the mission to find the source of the Wyrmlings. At least, that's her initial impression. ]
Are you going to be okay? If you feel more comfortable I can handle any fights we may encounter.
Not to mention the obliging, and willingly working as instructed might hasten her eventual return to Auldrant.
So there she is, about to navigate some dark and winding caves with a stranger. A stranger who doesn't seem entirely serious about the mission to find the source of the Wyrmlings. At least, that's her initial impression. ]
Are you going to be okay? If you feel more comfortable I can handle any fights we may encounter.
[Sakamoto, on the other hand, has found himself wrought with a particularly heinous of the stomach flu at the worst of times. Instead of facing danger head-on, he turns his back to it, and takes his time to crouch down and hurl into the nearest patch of bushes.]
I'll be alright, okay! Amazing! Superb!
[He says this as his shoulders shake, and as he wipes something vile from his lips.]
Just give me one minute! I'm, ah, p-peeing.
I'll be alright, okay! Amazing! Superb!
[He says this as his shoulders shake, and as he wipes something vile from his lips.]
Just give me one minute! I'm, ah, p-peeing.
[ LIKE SAYING THAT IS ANY BETTER THAN JUST ADMITTING YOU'RE THROWING UP?!
But still, she feels kind of guilty now! What she had taken for a lackadaisical attitude was an illness. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't realize... Do you need help?
[ Wait wait. ]
Um.. I meant-- N-not with that!
[ Her face is practically burning red. Good job, Tear. Offer to help a guy pee. ]
I-I mean with your illness!
But still, she feels kind of guilty now! What she had taken for a lackadaisical attitude was an illness. ]
I'm sorry! I didn't realize... Do you need help?
[ Wait wait. ]
Um.. I meant-- N-not with that!
[ Her face is practically burning red. Good job, Tear. Offer to help a guy pee. ]
I-I mean with your illness!
[Sakamoto whimpers in response. Why can't he stop puking? Everything going on in his stomach right now just feels so damn foul. It's making him lie to a well-meaning young girl!]
D-d-don't come any closer.
[This for her own good! So she doesn't get vomit in her hair!]
That's sexual harassment.
[STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU'rE STILL PEEING, ANYBODY WHO PISSES FOR THAT LONG SHOULD REALLY GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!!]
D-d-don't come any closer.
[This for her own good! So she doesn't get vomit in her hair!]
That's sexual harassment.
[STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU'rE STILL PEEING, ANYBODY WHO PISSES FOR THAT LONG SHOULD REALLY GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!!]
I-I...
[ Oh God, he'd totally gotten the wrong idea!! She just wanted to know if he needed something for his stomach! ]
I'm sorry I-I'll wait over there!
[ She's not even going to try to explain further and dig herself deeper. She's not a harasser! She's going to dash away toward the main entrance. She'll wait there and find something super interesting to look at on the ground so they never have to make eye contact again. ]
[ Oh God, he'd totally gotten the wrong idea!! She just wanted to know if he needed something for his stomach! ]
I'm sorry I-I'll wait over there!
[ She's not even going to try to explain further and dig herself deeper. She's not a harasser! She's going to dash away toward the main entrance. She'll wait there and find something super interesting to look at on the ground so they never have to make eye contact again. ]
[After saying all that, he's the one who feels like a sexual deviant, to be honest.
He should just take the help! Suck it up! But in a situation like this, no matter how strong she is...
Isn't it more dangerous? To have her go hunt for something all by herself?]
P-please...! Don't go too far.
[If she gets injured because of his ridiculous shenanigans, he'll feel even worse.]
You'll... You might get rabies.
He should just take the help! Suck it up! But in a situation like this, no matter how strong she is...
Isn't it more dangerous? To have her go hunt for something all by herself?]
P-please...! Don't go too far.
[If she gets injured because of his ridiculous shenanigans, he'll feel even worse.]
You'll... You might get rabies.
Edited 2016-05-15 01:14 (UTC)
Don't worry. I'll wait.
[ Not that she would go too far anyway. Taking care of herself in a dangerous place isn't the issue, but she wouldn't leave a sick man alone in a strange place without help.
She's still within earshot at least.So if he throws up so hard he passes out and forgets this whole situation she can heal him and things can go back to normal. ]
[ Not that she would go too far anyway. Taking care of herself in a dangerous place isn't the issue, but she wouldn't leave a sick man alone in a strange place without help.
She's still within earshot at least.
[Weakly:]
Thank you.
[He wretches again, doing his best not to disturb the various flora and fauna, but the patch of dirt before him is getting smaller and smaller with each movement of his bowels.
The stench worms its way into his nostrils, so unpleasant that he finally manages to jump from that pathetic position on the ground, even if he does teeter and totter as he eventually manages to stand on his own two feet. Sakamoto takes a moment to steady himself, breathing in and out slowly, closing his eyes for a little while.
Helping people is what he does, damn it, but slaughter isn't the way he wants to do it.]
What about you?
[This is all uttered as he inches closer, running a dirt-covered hand through his matted hair.]
How're you holdin' up?
Thank you.
[He wretches again, doing his best not to disturb the various flora and fauna, but the patch of dirt before him is getting smaller and smaller with each movement of his bowels.
The stench worms its way into his nostrils, so unpleasant that he finally manages to jump from that pathetic position on the ground, even if he does teeter and totter as he eventually manages to stand on his own two feet. Sakamoto takes a moment to steady himself, breathing in and out slowly, closing his eyes for a little while.
Helping people is what he does, damn it, but slaughter isn't the way he wants to do it.]
What about you?
[This is all uttered as he inches closer, running a dirt-covered hand through his matted hair.]
How're you holdin' up?
I'm fine, I--
[ She snaps out of her embarrassment when she actually sees him on his feet again. He looks pretty terrible, and her expression should make that obvious to him. ]
Wait...
[ She rummages through a pouch on her belt, and once she finds what she's looking for, she holds it out to him. It's a few leaves. They look kind of... old. ]
These herbs will calm your stomach. If you're still not feeling well, perhaps you should return to rest. I can handle this mission on my own.
[ She snaps out of her embarrassment when she actually sees him on his feet again. He looks pretty terrible, and her expression should make that obvious to him. ]
Wait...
[ She rummages through a pouch on her belt, and once she finds what she's looking for, she holds it out to him. It's a few leaves. They look kind of... old. ]
These herbs will calm your stomach. If you're still not feeling well, perhaps you should return to rest. I can handle this mission on my own.
H'oh.
Don't do that.
[His eyes narrow behind dark frames, before glancing at the leaves she's presented him with, and taking them from her hands. Sakamoto does his best to touch her fingers with his own, as they're filthy.]
We're not from this place, either of us! It doesn't matter how strong you think you are- Runnin' around alone won't do ya any good.
[Still, she's right in a way.
He doesn't want to be a drag.]
So, so~! Am I supposed ta eat these, or what?
[because otherwise he'll just rub them on his stomach and u don't wanna see that
there's a lot of... hair]
Don't do that.
[His eyes narrow behind dark frames, before glancing at the leaves she's presented him with, and taking them from her hands. Sakamoto does his best to touch her fingers with his own, as they're filthy.]
We're not from this place, either of us! It doesn't matter how strong you think you are- Runnin' around alone won't do ya any good.
[Still, she's right in a way.
He doesn't want to be a drag.]
So, so~! Am I supposed ta eat these, or what?
[because otherwise he'll just rub them on his stomach and u don't wanna see that
there's a lot of... hair]
[Sakamoto should be excited for this, and he is, but...!
For some reason, he's very, very nervous. The woman he's supposed to meet tonight is lovely, clad in purple and gold with a short haircut, but it's been a while since he's had the time for a relatively normal date. And while she may have looked human, smiling sweetly at him as they locked eyes earlier that day, she didn't speak a word of his native tongue. Thankfully, he had picked up bits and pieces of this world's language, although he definitely bumbled through it in his attempt to strike up a conversation with her.
And now, he approaches a person who he believes to be her, sweating profusely as he taps "her" on the shoulder.]
H-hello.
[...And then reaches out to (shyly) fondle a breast.]
Ah. That's funny.
[HE JUST GRIPS HARDER, moving his hands around as though he's searching for loose change-]
Where'd they go?
For some reason, he's very, very nervous. The woman he's supposed to meet tonight is lovely, clad in purple and gold with a short haircut, but it's been a while since he's had the time for a relatively normal date. And while she may have looked human, smiling sweetly at him as they locked eyes earlier that day, she didn't speak a word of his native tongue. Thankfully, he had picked up bits and pieces of this world's language, although he definitely bumbled through it in his attempt to strike up a conversation with her.
And now, he approaches a person who he believes to be her, sweating profusely as he taps "her" on the shoulder.]
H-hello.
[...And then reaches out to (shyly) fondle a breast.]
Ah. That's funny.
[HE JUST GRIPS HARDER, moving his hands around as though he's searching for loose change-]
Where'd they go?
Edited 2016-05-15 03:56 (UTC)
[When Takasugi stepped foot onto this foreign planet, he felt a twinge of excitement pull his lips into a pointed smirk. A meeting between a local violent smuggling ring and the Harusame, given his presence, was guaranteed to create a stir. Winds of conflict would arise, and a once mighty force would crumble to dirt.
Dust rose in plumes under his sandals. Nothing about the samurai's body language spoke of caution - enough of that was taken in simply carrying the weapon at his side. As for the other party, they showed their hand by requiring a three messenger system to lead him to the designated rotting shack selected for their politics.
Too much care taken betrayed just how nervous they were - the first mistake. The second, each man in the communication line was a potential breach in secrecy. Takasugi already knew his destination, but for now he'd walk the path they'd set forth for him.
No reason to cause a commotion yet.
Though, perhaps the anxiety of having their riches robbed and their throats slit had driven these smugglers to believe otherwise.
Breath heavy behind him, footsteps heavy and hesitant with nerves. A weak attempt at assassination. Takasugi would have been insulted, if not for being unable to rise from boredom. He didn't bother to turn his head.
The 'shy' voice cracked the air with it's volume and Takasugi's fingertips twitched. This wasn't a boring attack - it was an annoying one.
Overwhelmingly so. A hand slid over his yukata and grabbed at his chest, rough fingers groping firmly for...what was it? Coins? Tobacco? Anything Sakamoto could bet - and lose. But before he got the chance to part with such finery he'd be separating from something else.
Takasugi rolled his sword at his side, twisting the blade to face towards himself. A quick draw at a deliberate angle would run the edge through any dirty flesh and bone that lingered just a second too long.]
I hear they run quite the lucrative organ trade here...
Dust rose in plumes under his sandals. Nothing about the samurai's body language spoke of caution - enough of that was taken in simply carrying the weapon at his side. As for the other party, they showed their hand by requiring a three messenger system to lead him to the designated rotting shack selected for their politics.
Too much care taken betrayed just how nervous they were - the first mistake. The second, each man in the communication line was a potential breach in secrecy. Takasugi already knew his destination, but for now he'd walk the path they'd set forth for him.
No reason to cause a commotion yet.
Though, perhaps the anxiety of having their riches robbed and their throats slit had driven these smugglers to believe otherwise.
Breath heavy behind him, footsteps heavy and hesitant with nerves. A weak attempt at assassination. Takasugi would have been insulted, if not for being unable to rise from boredom. He didn't bother to turn his head.
The 'shy' voice cracked the air with it's volume and Takasugi's fingertips twitched. This wasn't a boring attack - it was an annoying one.
Overwhelmingly so. A hand slid over his yukata and grabbed at his chest, rough fingers groping firmly for...what was it? Coins? Tobacco? Anything Sakamoto could bet - and lose. But before he got the chance to part with such finery he'd be separating from something else.
Takasugi rolled his sword at his side, twisting the blade to face towards himself. A quick draw at a deliberate angle would run the edge through any dirty flesh and bone that lingered just a second too long.]
I hear they run quite the lucrative organ trade here...
W-w-wait a minuuuuuuuute!
[Sakamoto can't see to do anything quietly, much less scream, which is what he's doing right now. Much to even his own surprise, he manages to avoid that blow in the knick of time, saving his precious, horny fingers.]
What was that for?!
On this planet, that's how they say hello!
[Maybe he's trying to cover his ass, maybe it's the truth! Who knows.]
[Sakamoto can't see to do anything quietly, much less scream, which is what he's doing right now. Much to even his own surprise, he manages to avoid that blow in the knick of time, saving his precious, horny fingers.]
What was that for?!
On this planet, that's how they say hello!
[Maybe he's trying to cover his ass, maybe it's the truth! Who knows.]
Edited 2016-05-15 05:22 (UTC)
[The man who owns the voice will be a boner killer too - quite literally - if he feels anything like that. Best be careful.
Takasugi keened his head to the side, a useless reflex attempting to avoid an earache. He might have put his sword away after his initial warning missed it's mark, but Sakamoto's insistence that his display was some sort of manners had the blade twisting to glint in the evening light.]
Is it? [Takasugi's smirk spread in anger.]
Show me how they say goodbye. [Leave, before you get mixed up in his business and ruin his plan by somehow improving relations.]
Takasugi keened his head to the side, a useless reflex attempting to avoid an earache. He might have put his sword away after his initial warning missed it's mark, but Sakamoto's insistence that his display was some sort of manners had the blade twisting to glint in the evening light.]
Is it? [Takasugi's smirk spread in anger.]
Show me how they say goodbye. [Leave, before you get mixed up in his business and ruin his plan by somehow improving relations.]
[He's already beginning to smell that. The perspiration mingled with the murky air of the city that had settled in the back of Takasugi's throat. Even foreign alcohol's bite would be far more palatable.
Takasugi's eyebrow raised to the directions. If anything, he predicted his old acquaintance running off. A desirable outcome, so he'd allow it.
The man turned, grip relaxing on his blade as he anticipated release from this interaction.]
Takasugi's eyebrow raised to the directions. If anything, he predicted his old acquaintance running off. A desirable outcome, so he'd allow it.
The man turned, grip relaxing on his blade as he anticipated release from this interaction.]
[Instead of taking this chance to run, Sakamoto does the stupid thing, as he often does.
He spreads his fingers out as far as he possibly can, before delivering a tight slap to his old comrade's derrière.
Why is he smiling like there isn't a cloud in the sky?! Maybe this is his form of revenge.]
He spreads his fingers out as far as he possibly can, before delivering a tight slap to his old comrade's derrière.
Why is he smiling like there isn't a cloud in the sky?! Maybe this is his form of revenge.]
[At what appears to be the crack of dawn, a strange, awfully suspicious looking character is sitting beside a public pool with a fishing rod in hand. From the marks on his face, cheeks, and forehead, it seems as though he's suffered several serious blows to the noggin.]
Ah~! What a beautiful lake.
[There is no lake. There are no fish.]
It smells just like nature...
[T-that's chlorine?!]
Oh! I think i just caught something!!!
[?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!
Excitedly... He reels in his catch.]
Ah~! What a beautiful lake.
[There is no lake. There are no fish.]
It smells just like nature...
[T-that's chlorine?!]
Oh! I think i just caught something!!!
[?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!
Excitedly... He reels in his catch.]
[Momotarou is up early for a swim. Gotta practice to be the VERY BEST!!! and all!!
He's so focused on beating his own record and swimming as fast as possible that he doesn't notice anyone else around. After all, it's really early; who else would be up this early?
Oh yeah, other swimmers. But he didn't SEE anyone swimming so clearly there must not BE anyone else!! This is why he chose this time of day to do this, after all. IT WAS LIKE HE OWNED THE POOL!
Or at least it usually was like he owned the pool... until right now where it was like someone OWNED HIM?!]
WABBBSLLLAAAGHHHH!!!
[How many times has Rin told him not to talk while swimming and he STILL does it?!]
WHAABB BLLAGGHHH GGGUUBBBLLLGG!!!
[HELP HIS SPEEDO GOT CAUGHT AND HE CAN'T ~FREE~ HIMSELF!
He is really confused and outraged by this sudden ??? RISING????!!!! LEVITATION?? IS HE THE NEW GOD OF THE POOL?
He looks up. NO. IT'S SOME?! DUDE?!]
WHAAAGGHH!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIING?!?!?!
He's so focused on beating his own record and swimming as fast as possible that he doesn't notice anyone else around. After all, it's really early; who else would be up this early?
Oh yeah, other swimmers. But he didn't SEE anyone swimming so clearly there must not BE anyone else!! This is why he chose this time of day to do this, after all. IT WAS LIKE HE OWNED THE POOL!
Or at least it usually was like he owned the pool... until right now where it was like someone OWNED HIM?!]
WABBBSLLLAAAGHHHH!!!
[How many times has Rin told him not to talk while swimming and he STILL does it?!]
WHAABB BLLAGGHHH GGGUUBBBLLLGG!!!
[HELP HIS SPEEDO GOT CAUGHT AND HE CAN'T ~FREE~ HIMSELF!
He is really confused and outraged by this sudden ??? RISING????!!!! LEVITATION?? IS HE THE NEW GOD OF THE POOL?
He looks up. NO. IT'S SOME?! DUDE?!]
WHAAAGGHH!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIING?!?!?!
Edited 2016-05-17 03:08 (UTC)
But, man...
[Immediately, however, the look on his face turns to one of extreme concern. Nevermind that his fishing hook has potentially pierced this fish's manhood, there are more pressing matters on this space merchant's mind.]
Why does it look like that?
[Because it's human.]
Can I really eat this?
[plz don't]
[Immediately, however, the look on his face turns to one of extreme concern. Nevermind that his fishing hook has potentially pierced this fish's manhood, there are more pressing matters on this space merchant's mind.]
Why does it look like that?
[Because it's human.]
Can I really eat this?
[plz don't]
A GOLDFISH?! GOLDFISH CAN'T TALK!
[He's also pretty sure that he doesn't look like a goldfish! Because first of all HIS SIZE!!
He's trying to free his speedo from the hook.]
DON'T EAT ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING FISHING HERE, YOU FREAK?!
[He's also pretty sure that he doesn't look like a goldfish! Because first of all HIS SIZE!!
He's trying to free his speedo from the hook.]
DON'T EAT ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING FISHING HERE, YOU FREAK?!
[Sakamoto is no stranger to intergalactic health clinics, as he does get sick relatively often. Humans don't travel past the milky way all that frequently, so perhaps he's out of luck. Still, he's an optimist through and through, and there's at least a small chance that someone in this place will be able to help him.
The hospital gown is chilly, as it's made of thin material and open in the back, so he shivers once or twice before wrapping his own arms around his body as he waits for whatever medical professional the place is willing to send. He hears the clacking of heels and the creak of the door as it opens, and begins to speak immediately.]
D-doctor...!
I think I might be dying.
The hospital gown is chilly, as it's made of thin material and open in the back, so he shivers once or twice before wrapping his own arms around his body as he waits for whatever medical professional the place is willing to send. He hears the clacking of heels and the creak of the door as it opens, and begins to speak immediately.]
D-doctor...!
I think I might be dying.
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